The
following contains scenes of sexual activity between males. If it is
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coincidental. There is no Madison, Oklahoma, Some of the characters
in this story may engage in behavior which could be construed as
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A
Curious Set of Misfit’s

by
FreeThinker

“Sitting
on the side. Waiting for a sign. Hoping that my luck will change.

Reaching
for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.

When
you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.

So
you don't stand out and you don't fit in. Weird.”

Hanson.
Copyright 1997, Jam 'N Bread Music

Chapter
Six

“Mine’s
bigger.”

“No
way. Mine’s bigger.”

“Yeah?
Well, look at that!”

“OK.
Let’s put ‘em side by side.”

“Alright.
Yours is bigger. But, mine’s better. It’ll have more bang
when it goes off.”

Michael
and Ricky were standing at the curb in front of the Patterson house
debating the size of their biggest skyrockets as several fathers
knelt in the middle of the street working on their fireworks. The
section of Sequoyah Avenue in front of the Griffin and Patterson
houses had become an unofficial staging area for the launch of the
neighborhood fireworks and dozens of adults and children had gathered
in the various yards to observe and participate. Several children
were running around waving sparklers in the air as Roman candles
fired their balls of light into the sky and firecrackers popped all
around. Radios blared music from each of the front yards and “oohs”
and “aahs” could be heard from all around with each
exciting explosion of light in the sky.

Ricky’s
father stood up and glowered down at BJ, who seemed to realize he had
gone just a bit too far. He smirked and knelt down on the street and
set his skyrocket on the asphalt.

“Hey,
wait a minute!” warned Michael’s father. But, BJ had
already lit his match and was touching it to the fuse on the
skyrocket. When it began to fizzle, Mr. Griffin grabbed Jimmy and
several other kids and pushed them aside just as the skyrocket fired
and shot into the sky. It produced an enormous explosion and a red
and white fireball above the houses.

“Alright,
that’s it!” Mr. Patterson declared as he and several
fathers started marching toward BJ. The boy, however, merely laughed
and ran up the street. Bill Patterson watched the receding figure and
shook his head.

“His
dad was an ass, too.”

“Yeah,”
replied Dave Griffin softly. “I remember.”

The
fathers returned to their skyrockets. Michael and Ricky were kneeling
in the street.

“Let’s
launch ‘em at the same time!” Ricky suggested. “It’ll
be so cool!”

“Yeah!”
Michael answered.

Tad
and Daniel were sitting on the curb opposite and cheered. Craig
Sheridan was just walking up as Kenny and Ronnie shot off bottle
rockets a couple of houses away.

“Hey,
Craig!” Ricky yelled. “Come here! Help us with the
skyrockets!”

Craig,
however, seemed unusually quiet and did not hurry toward them.
Michael noticed a man behind him in dirty work pants and a tight
t-shirt. He was unshaved and carrying a bottle of Coors. The sour
look on the man’s face disturbed Michael and he surmised that
Craig’s lack of enthusiasm was probably caused by the man,
probably his father.

“You
want to light mine?” Michael asked, offering his punk to Craig.
Ricky smiled at Michael, as did Craig who seemed reluctant at first,
but who finally reached out and took it.

“OK,
everyone!” Bill Patterson called out. “Here come the big
ones!”

Michael’s
father shooed all the younger children out of the street as Ricky and
Craig knelt before their rockets. Michael sat down on the curb beside
Tad and Daniel and watched expectantly as the fuses sizzled and
burned until…

There
were suddenly two loud whistling, whooshing sounds as the two
skyrockets shot into the air, trailing sparks and smoke until they
exploded high above the neighborhood in a bright, cascading shower of
red, white, and blue streamers of light. Cheers and applause erupted
from all around. The happy grin on Craig’s face glowed in the
fading light of the fireballs and Ricky silently mouthed “Wow”
as the last glowing embers faded into a cloud of smoke drifting
slowly east.

“Mikey!
You want to shoot some off with me? Let’s climb up on the roof
and shoot ‘em!”

“I
don’t think so,” their father answered from the middle of
the street as he and Ricky’s Dad set up some fountains. “You
can shoot them from here in the street.”

Jimmy
smirked sullenly and then grinned.

“Come
on, Mikey!”

Michael
smiled and stood, looking at Tad, Daniel, and Trevor.

“Hey,
Jimmy, can we share ‘em with the guys?”

Jimmy
nodded. “Yeah, I got a lot.”

The
others smiled and stood as Jimmy approached. However, their father
warned, “OK, look out. This one will be big!”

The
boys all stood along the curb as suddenly a fountain erupted in a
shower of blue and white fire. Everyone around gave the appropriate
“oohs” and “aahs” until it finally fizzled
out. Dave tossed it into a bucket of water and stood aside as Jimmy
set up his Coke bottle. He handed a rocket to Trevor who smiled at
the little boy and was about to kneel before the bottle when suddenly
several kids a few houses up the street started laughing
hysterically. Kenny and Ronnie, Ricky’s two friends, were
holding roman candles as if they were erupting from their crotches as
balls of fire shot out and arced above the street. Several fathers
ran over and grabbed the candles away from the laughing boys and
dunked them into a bucket of water before any damage could be done to
boys or property.

Ricky
grinned and, despite himself, so did Michael.

Michael
stepped back as Trevor lit his bottle rocket. It shot up into the sky
and popped above their heads, a bit anti-climactically in comparison
to some of the pyrotechnics on display. He still grinned, though.

As
Tad knelt to set up his rocket, Michael looked past the group toward
the corner. There were people all over the neighborhood watching and
having fun; but, there was one person, a man, standing alone near the
corner on Thirteenth Street. Wearing slacks and a plaid short-sleeve
shirt, he stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the
light pole watching the proceedings. He struck Michael as rather sad
and lonely. As Tad’s rocket shot upward, he stepped over to his
father and asked, “Hey, Dad. Who’s that guy over there?”

His
father looked in the direction Michael was pointing and an expression
first of curiosity and, then, of sad recognition came over his face.
He raised a tentative hand and half-waived. Michael saw the man nod
and then slowly turn and walk away toward Trevor’s house.

Bill
looked at the retreating figure for a second with a blank expression
and then glanced quickly at Dave before turning to his son and
saying, “Hey, Rick. Get that green fountain out of the box over
there, why don’t ya.”

Trevor
and Michael exchanged curious looks as Daniel knelt to set up his
rocket. Craig, standing nearby, waived up the street at some adults
chatting in a group with a tall teenager standing to the side.

“Hey,
Eric! Come over here!”

Daniel
looked up and grinned.

“Yeah!
Eric! Come here!”

Trevor
and Michael sat on the curb as the tall, gangly blond teenager
Michael had seen outside the church the day before approached. He had
a goofy grin on his face as Daniel smiled.

“Jimmy,”
Daniel asked. “Can Eric shoot one of your bottle rockets?”

“Sure,”
Jimmy nodded, handing one to the older boy. Eric smiled warmly at
Jimmy and Michael felt a strong desire to be his friend. There was
something about Eric’s demeanor, the relaxed way he walked, the
confident and casual way he spoke, and the smile that made him feel
quite at ease. As Eric’s eyes met Michael’s, the teenager
said, “I saw you over at the church yesterday.”

Michael
nodded.

“You’re
Catholic?”

Michael
nodded again, curious as to why he couldn’t answer orally.

Eric
rewarded him with a bigger smile.

“Cool.
I’m an altar boy there. You can be one, too.”

Once
again, Michael smiled and nodded, feeling like the world’s
biggest goofus.

However,
as Eric knelt by the Coke bottle, Kenny and Ronnie approached. Kenny,
pointing to the retreating figure of Trevor’s neighbor,
remarked, “What’s that fag doing here?”

“Yeah,”
Ronnie said with a chuckle. “What’s he doin’?
Lookin’ for some?”

Eric
stopped and turned toward the two boys. Michael saw a look of anger
in his eyes. But, before Eric could say anything, Ricky’s Dad
stepped toward the boys and said, in a stern voice, “Watch your
mouths, boys. We don’t need that kind of talk here.”

Kenny
frowned and shrugged before turning away.

“Come
on, Ronnie. Let’s head over to BJ’s. This is getting’
lame, here.”

Ronnie
looked at the assembled group in confusion, obviously not wanting to
leave, but also not wanting to seem to let down his buddy. With a
sigh, he turned and followed Kenny. Trevor and Michael gave each
other another look before Dave Griffin said with a forced
cheerfulness, “OK, Eric. Give her a shot.”

000

Michael
was laying in the grass of his front yard as Trevor and Tad sat
Indian-style beside him. Daniel and Eric were sitting on the curb as
Craig sat in the street in front. A large group of parents had
gathered in the Griffins’ yard, relaxing in the aftermath of
the evening’s festivities. Some were drinking beer, though most
were relaxing with Coke, Pepsi, and Dr. Pepper. Michael watched as
the orange glows of their cigarettes floated in the darkness as the
yellow-green pinpoints of lighting bugs darted about as if to compete
with the larger and more fearsome glows. In the distance, the soft
and muffled roar of a tractor trailer on the road from Tulsa could be
heard down-shifting as it approached town.

“Craig!”

The
boys all turned to see a slightly staggering figure approaching from
up the street. Michael saw a look of fear on Craig’s face as he
jumped up.

Craig
looked down at the street and said nothing as he started walking
toward the man.

“His
step-dad is such a bastard,” Tad said softly. Michael sat up
and watched as the man grabbed Craig as the boy approached and shoved
him forward. Behind the boys, Dave Griffin and Bill Patterson both
stood and watched with concern until the two turned the corner at
Twelfth and disappeared from view.

Ricky
came over from the neighbors’ yard and sat down beside Michael.

“He’s
gonna beat up Craig again.”

Michael
turned a shocked face to Ricky.

“What?
He beats him up?”

Ricky
nodded sadly.

“Yeah.
All the time. He gets drunk and beats him up. For no reason. He just
gets mad and whales on him.”

“I
don’t think he will, tonight,” said Tad. “His mom
is home tonight. She works over at the hospital and she’s off
on Friday’s. He doesn’t beat him up when his mom’s
home.”

Once
again, Trevor and Michael’s eyes met and a silent message was
sent between the two. Michael saw the concern and pain in Trevor’s
face and felt an overwhelming emotion for Trevor which he could not
explain.

“Hey,
Trevor.”

The
boys turned toward the group of adults and saw Trevor’s father
slowly heaving himself up from an old canvas lawn chair.

“Yes,
Dad?”

“I
think it’s time to head home, now. It’s after midnight.”

“Aw,
Dad. It’s the Fourth of July! Can’t we stay up?”

“Yes,
but we don’t want to impose on the Griffins’
hospitality.”

Mrs.
Renfield was standing now, as well, as the two folded their ancient
lawn chairs.

“Are
you still coming over, Michael?” Trevor’s mother asked.

“Yes,”
said Michael jumping up. “Thank you!”

Trevor
also stood, but Ricky remained seated in the grass as the rapid
popping of firecrackers could be heard from up the street, in protest
of the end of the celebrations.

“You
gonna spend the night over at Trevor’s?” he asked.
Michael suddenly felt uncomfortable as his faced flushed.

“Um,
yeah.”

There
was an uncomfortable silence. Michael realized that Ricky was waiting
for him or Trevor to extend an invitation to join them. Michael liked
Ricky, but he really didn’t want him to join them. He wanted to
spend time with Trevor. Alone.

“Well,”
said Ricky after a moment. “Have fun.”

He
stood and turned toward Eric and Daniel, who were speaking softly
with each other on the curb seemingly oblivious of the world around
them. Tad watched him trudge away and then gave Michael an
understanding look.

“Well,
have fun,” he repeated, though with more sincerity.

Michael
smiled and replied, “Thanks. See you tomorrow?”

Tad
smiled and said, “Of course.”

Suddenly,
Tad froze and looked wistfully up into the sky as a dog howled in the
background and the tree frogs and crickets chirped. In his Lugosi
voice, he declared, “The Children of the Night! Their songs are
so beautiful!”

Trevor
and Michael chuckled as they walked toward the adults.

“Don’t
forget your guitar, Trevor,” Mrs. Griffin said pulling the
guitar from behind her lawn chair. “You were so good,”
she added with a sweet smile.

Turning
to Trevor’s parents, she added, “He has a lot of talent.
And, such a sweet voice. He almost sounds like an angel.”

Trevor
blushed uncomfortably and looked down at the grass. His mother
squeezed his shoulder.

“Yes,
he hates to hear it, but he really does have a wonderful singing
voice. We hope he’ll work on developing it.”

Michael
grinned proudly at his friend and stood amazed as he gazed at the
beauty, yes that was the only word he could think of, the beauty of
the boy’s face as he shyly looked downward, his blond hair
falling over his forehead, his lips forming a reluctant smile.

“Mikey,
go in and brush your teeth real quick before you head over to
Trevor’s.”

Michael
awoke from his dream state and smirked at his Dad.

“Aw,
come on, Dad. It’s late. The Renfields are ready to go. Can’t
I brush ‘em in the morning?”

His
father raised an eyebrow.

“Oops,”
said Trevor with a grin as Michael smiled sheepishly and ran inside
the house.

When
he emerged a couple of minutes later, the crowd had dwindled to just
the Griffins and the Renfields. Trevor was holding his guitar and
smiled as Michael approached.

“We
were so worried when we left St. Louis that Michael would have
trouble adjusting. Madison is so different and Dave was so
concerned,” his mother was saying.

Oh,
for Pete’s sake, Michael thought as he approached.

“Oh,
boys are resilient,” Trevor’s father was saying. “They
can adjust to almost anything.”

Michael
noticed his father’s silence and added, “Hey, Madison’s
not that bad. There’s lots of cool people here.”

He
smiled at his Dad, who smiled back and patted his son on the
shoulder.

“I’m
glad you’ve made some good friends.”

After
another moment of silence, Mrs. Renfield said, “Well, lets get
these two sacks of trouble to bed! Thank you so much Betsy for
sharing your holiday with us!”

Trevor
and Michael quickly started on their way as the parents continued
their protracted good-byes.

“If
I get like that when I have kids, promise you’ll shoot me,”
Michael said as the came to the corner. Trevor grinned.

“I’ll
never have to worry about it because I’m never going to have
kids.”

“You
aren’t? Why not?”

Trevor
said nothing for a moment as they passed under the bright blue-white
of the corner street light, and then sighed.

“Well,
I just don’t think I will. Are you?”

Michael
shrugged.

“Well,
of course. I’ll go to college, get married, buy a house, have
kids, turn into a fuddy-duddy, and then embarrass my kids in front of
their friends. That’s life, isn’t it?”

“Is
that really what you want?”

Michael
was confused.

“Well,
I guess. I mean, what else is there? That’s what you’re
supposed to do, isn’t it?”

They
were coming up to Shawnee and paused as a pick-up full of older
teenage boys speed past, the boys hollering and holding up beer
bottles in salute to the boys as it headed out toward the fields to
the west of town. Trevor watched the truck recede and as they crossed
the street, said, “Yeah, I guess. Just like you’re
supposed to go to church on Sunday and you’re supposed to do
your homework and you’re supposed to brush your teeth…”

As
they reached the other side of the road and turned to walk along the
edge of the drainage ditch toward the Renfields’ house, Michael
looked back and saw Trevor’s parents a block behind them,
carrying their lawn chairs and chatting. Trevor was looking ahead and
had a wistful expression on his face.

“No,
no. I didn’t mean that. I think it’s kinda cool that you
do. I don’t know anyone else who does, except my Dad. I was
really just kidding you.”

Trevor
smiled and looked at his house as they come up to the corner.

“I
guess I just want more out of life than buying a house and having
kids and going to the office everyday. Maybe when I get older.”

“Your
parents are older. They waited to have you.”

Trevor
grinned.

“I
think I was an accident. I don’t think they meant to have me.”

“What
do you mean?” Michael asked as they crossed Twelfth Street and
entered the Renfields’ yard.

“I
mean, after they had Colin, they didn’t have any more kids for
eight more years and then all of a sudden Mom gets pregnant with me.
Look at my birthday, middle of September. I think they got a little
carried away celebrating New Year’s and… oops, there I
am!”

Michael
stopped.

“You
mean they… they did it just to do it? They didn’t mean
to get your Mom pregnant? They just did it to do it?”

Trevor
stopped and looked at Michael as if he were crazy.

“Well,
sure! You don’t think the only time you do it is to have a
baby, do you?”

“But...”

Michael
stood confused for a moment and then tentatively walked toward
Trevor.

“We’ll
talk about it later,” Trevor said as he spied his parents
coming. “Come on.”

As
he climbed the steps to the porch, he turned.

“Hey,
you ever slept outside before?”

Michael
was thoughtful as he came up to Trevor on the porch.

“No,
but it sounds fun.”

“Cool,”
Trevor replied. “I have a couple of sleeping bags. Otherwise,
you’d have to sleep on the floor in my room or sleep in the bed
with me.”

Trevor
watched Michael to see what his reaction to that statement would be.
Michael struggled to keep a neutral face as he didn’t want
Trevor to know that he would actually like to sleep in the same bed
with him.

When
his parents entered the yard, Trevor called out, “Hey, can
Michael and me sleep out in the back tonight?”

“Trevor,”
his father replied as he and his wife walked across the grass in the
dim light of the corner street light, “don’t say ‘hey’
and don’t say “can” when you mean ‘may.’
And, it’s ‘Michael and I,’ not ‘Michael and
me.”

“I
don’t think Michael wants to sleep out with you. I think he
wants to sleep out with me,” he replied with a grin.

“Scamp,”
his father replied with a playful bop on the head. “Go and get
your sleeping bags before I make you write out a hundred times, ‘I
will not confuse my pronouns.”

“I
don’t think pronouns can get confused. I think old parents can
get confused…”

“Here,”
his father declared, holding the two old canvas lawn chairs before
him. “As punishment for your insolence, you may put away the
lawn chairs. Now go, before I think of something more evil.”

Several
minutes later, after numerous promises not to stay awake all night
and cause trouble, the two boys emerged from the back door of the
house, Trevor carrying the sleeping bags and Michael bearing several
pillows and a can of insect repellent.

“Let’s
go back here,” he said heading toward the back side of the
garage. Michael nearly stumbled over a concrete bird bath in the
middle of the yard as Trevor walked along a bed of thick petunias
along the side of the wooden garage. He turned the corner and
disappeared. Michael looked around the yard. In the faint, ambient
light, he could just make out the vine-covered chain-link fence
bordering the huge yard and the several crepe myrtle. As he turned
the corner of the garage, he found Trevor setting the sleeping bags
down beside a set of thick vines of cherry tomatoes. It was even
darker here. To the north, a large hackberry tree extended over the
back part of the yard, but the sky was completely unobscured where
they stood.

“Nobody
can see us back here,” Trevor said softly. “We’re
completely alone.”

Michael
could barely see the white of Trevor’s teeth as he grinned in
the dark and, suddenly, he realized he was hard again, very
incredibly, intensely hard. He suddenly felt short of breath.

Trevor
set the sleeping bags down and unrolled them.

“Come
on,” he said softly, encouragingly. He knelt in the grass and
unzipped the bag, opening the flap as he sat down. He set his feet on
the outside of the flap and looked up at Michael, who smiled and
handing him a couple of pillows. He set the can of Off in the
grass between the bags and knelt.

As
he unzipped his bag, he heard some firecrackers in the distance and
looked around.

“It’s
OK,” Trevor assured him. “Nobody can see us here.”

As
he sat down inside his sleeping bag, Michael wondered why Trevor kept
reiterating that fact.

“Yes,
you can,” Trevor replied. “You can hear the crickets and
the tree frogs. You can hear the birds in the hackberry as the wind
moves the limbs. There’s a car out on the highway.”

“Yeah,”
Michael whispered.

“It’s
so peaceful,” Trevor breathed. “I love sleeping outside.”

“You
sleep outside a lot?”

In
the dark, he could see Trevor nod as he reached down and began to
untie his Keds. Michael, too, reached for his PF Flyers and slipped
them off, peeling his socks off and stuffing them inside his shoes as
he set them in the grass at the foot of the sleeping bag. Trevor
leaned back and lay his head on his pillows, gazing up at the sky.
Michael did the same. For several minutes, they were silent as they
looked upward as the heavens revealed themselves in all their glory.

“You
never see anything like that living in a city,” Trevor
whispered in an awestruck voice. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,”
said Michael reverently. “I’ve never seen so many stars.
I never saw anything like this in St. Louis.”

“I
know. I never saw it in Oklahoma City. Sometimes, Dad and Colin and
me would go camping at Turner Falls or Lake Thunderbird and I could
see it. It’s even better there. There are still too many lights
here in Madison. But, it’s still cool.”

“Oh,
yeah.”

Trevor
raised his right hand and pointed.

“That’s
the Milky Way,” he whispered. “See how it runs from over
the garage over there to the north?”

Michael
said nothing. He felt something he had never known before. Never had
any of his friends expressed such love for the beauty of the sky or
made him feel it in that way. As his eyes followed the trail of
starlight from the right to the left, Trevor dropped his arm and it
fell to the side, his right hand less than an inch from Michael’s.
They remained silent gazing upward.

Trevor
raised his hand and pointed just above their feet.

“Look.”

In
the distance, a half moon was just rising above the trees down the
street. They watched for a moment before Michael whispered, “It’s
hard to believe that in a couple of weeks, there are going to be men
walking on the moon.”

“Yeah,”
Trevor breathed. “It’s just like Columbus discovering
America. We’re alive at the most historic moment in centuries.
Just think about it. Years from now, kids will have to remember 1969
the way we have to remember 1776 or 1492.”

“You
think Ricky’ll really go to the moon someday?”

“Probably.”

Trevor
grinned and looked at Michael.

“Neil
Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Ricky Patterson.”

Michael
giggled and looked back up at the Milky Way. He could just barely
hear some firecrackers in the distance over the crickets. And, then,
he became aware of warmth near his hand. Without looking, he knew
Trevor’s hand was just millimeters from his. He didn’t
move, he didn’t breath.

And,
then, he felt the knuckle of Trevor’s middle finger lightly,
almost imperceptibly, touch his. With the slightest of movements, he
pushed his hand toward Trevor’s. There was no way Trevor could
not have noticed. A moment passed and then he felt a slight movement
in Trevor’s hand again, pressing just a bit more. Michael
pushed back and then lay, the backs of their hands touching. He could
feel the warmth of Trevor’s hand and it sent a surge through
him. His penis was so very hard. It was so difficult for him to
breath. His chest seemed so tight.

His
hand began to tremble and just as it did, Trevor’s suddenly
moved across and his hand slipped into Michael’s. Michael
gently wrapped his fingers around Trevor’s hand as Trevor did
the same. Michael closed his eyes and smiled. This was the most
wonderful moment of his life.

Michael
had enjoyed numerous friendships in his nearly twelve years. He had a
best friend in kindergarten and first grade until he moved away. He
had several good, close buddies in second grade until he left St.
Louis. Ricky was a good friend. But, no one had ever been like
Trevor. There was just something different about Trevor. Michael had
never been overly fond of art or history or science. He liked them,
probably more than most boys. But, he had not been devoted to them,
or to reading or to music. But, his parents had tried to expose him
to a lot of different things and he had a fairly good knowledge of a
lot of subjects. But, Trevor was different. He seemed to really
understand art and science and literature and history. He seemed to…
to grok it. Grok must be the word for it. And, the way he grokked
them made Michael want to grok them, too. He wanted to look at the
sky and feel the same sense of wonder Trevor felt. He wanted to
listen to music and feel the same feeling he saw in Trevor’s
face as he sang. And, he wanted Trevor to know he grokked it.

Suddenly,
he felt a bite on his right thigh. Instinctively, he raised his right
hand and slapped the mosquito, unintentionally breaking the hold with
Trevor’s hand.

Trevor
giggled sweetly and sat up.

“You
need me to spray you with Off?”

“Sure.”

Michael
sat up and Trevor picked up the can.

“Good.
Spray me, too.”

Suddenly,
Trevor stood and pulled his shirt over his head. Michael watched as
his slim torso was revealed. He looked at Trevor’s small,
stiff, little nipples and felt another surge. But, when Trevor
unsnapped his shorts and began to unzip them, his eyes grew wide.

“What
are you doing?” he whispered in fear.

“I’m
getting naked,” Trevor replied. “Why?”

“Well,
yeah. But, why?”

Trevor
looked at Michael as if he were being silly and that the answer was
self-evident.

“Well,
we don’t want the mosquitoes to bite our dicks, do we?”

Michael
was speechless and wide-eyed.

“Besides,”
Trevor continued. “I usually sleep naked.”

“You
do?”

“Sure.
Its cool. I love being naked.”

Michael
could think of nothing to say in reply. Trevor could see the fear in
his eyes and smiled.

“You
don’t need to be embarrassed with me, Michael. We grok each
other. We’re like water brothers.”

“What’s
a water brother?”

“In
Stranger In a Strange Land, water brothers are like the
closest friends you can be. It’s like someone you can totally
trust, someone you would never lie to, someone who understands you
and someone you understand. Water brothers grok each other.”

Michael
took a breath and saw the understanding smile on Trevor’s face.
His resistance was slipping away, yet he still couldn’t quite
accept what was happening.

“But,
I’m…” he couldn’t say it.

Trevor
knelt in front of him, their faces almost level.

“Are
you hard?” he breathed.

Michael
barely nodded as he softly replied, “Yeah. I’m hard.”

Trevor
smiled.

“So
am I. I always get hard when I feel the universe and the world around
me. I get hard when I see the stars. I get hard when I see a
beautiful painting. I get hard when I hear wonderful music.” He
paused.

“I
get hard when I grok someone.”

“Do
you grok me?”

Trevor
nodded.

“Have
you ever grokked anyone else?”

Trevor
thought for a moment and then replied, “Only one other. Just
Colin. But, it’s different. I grok you special.”

Michael
swallowed.

“I
guess I grok you, too.”

Trevor
smiled and held out his hand. Michael took it and Trevor pulled him
up as he stood.

“Let’s
get naked,” he whispered.

The
words seemed to light a fire within Michael. He nearly gasped as he
felt another surge of feeling and emotion course through his body.
His hands trembling, he reached up and pulled his shirt up and over
his head, enjoying the sensation of the night air on his bare torso.
Trevor was standing just a foot away. Michael slowly unsnapped his
shorts and paused. Trevor took his zipper in his fingers and waited
for Michael. Slowly, they lowered their zippers. Their shorts fell
open and then dropped to their feet. Trevor stepped out of his and
kicked them to the side. Michael did the same. The two boys stood in
only their underwear, facing each other, their rigid penises pushing
out the tight fabric of their briefs.

Michael
could barely breathe as his eyes locked on Trevor’s underwear.
Just beneath that thin cotton was his penis. He wanted to reach
forward, to touch it, to feel it. Slowly his mouth opened as if he
were going to speak. Yet, he was silent. His eyes rose and met
Trevor’s.

“Ready?”
Trevor breathed. Michael’s head barely nodded.

Trevor
raised his hands to his hips and slipped his thumbs under the elastic
band of his briefs. Trembling, Michael did the same. The two paused
until Trevor began to push his underwear downward. Millimeter by
millimeter, he slowly revealed his smooth lower abdomen until the
elastic became caught on his stiff penis. Michael pushed his shorts
down until his hard boyhood popped free of the elastic and bobbed
rigidly in the warm night air. With a swallow, he pushed the shorts
down further until they dropped to his feet.

Trevor’s
eyes were locked on Michael’s penis. He paused as his own
throbbed beneath the fabric of his briefs.

“Well?”
Michael whispered.

Trevor
looked up and saw Michael breathing through his mouth, his eyes
looking up at his. Uncertainty, hope, and fear all flowed over
Michael’s face. Trevor smiled and pushed his shorts down,
allowing them to fall to his feet. His penis snapped upward, bouncing
against his abdomen and pointing rigidly, stiffly toward Michael’s
face.

Michael
couldn’t breathe as he gazed in wonder at Trevor’s penis.
It was thinner than his, but slightly longer. However, the most
fascinating thing about it was that it was like BJ’s in that he
had the hood of skin over the cone at the tip. Well, not completely
over the cone. The tip was emerging from within the skin. He could
see the shape of the cone within the skin. It was so beautiful. He
watched as the skin seemed to slowly pull back, revealing more of the
tip. The penis seemed to pulse with Trevor’s heartbeat. It
seemed to be reaching out to him.

But,
just as Michael was about to reach out himself, Trevor suddenly knelt
before his, his face just inches from Michael’s own stiffly
bobbing and pulsing penis. Michael had a crazy thought for just a
second that Trevor was going to lean forward and kiss it. But, he
didn’t. Instead, he picked up the orange can of Off and
stood back up. Shyly, he smiled again at Michael and raised the can.

“Well,
um, are you ready?” he whispered. Michael nodded.

“Well,
spread your legs out and hold out your arms.

Michael
did as he was told, holding his arms outward and upward, his legs
open. He had the fleeting thought that he must look like that drawing
of Leonardo da Vinci’s, of the man in the circle. He felt so
open and revealed, his stiff penis standing up and outward from his
naked body as he spread his legs and arms. Trevor held the can as his
eyes roamed over Michael.

“Well?”
Michael whispered. “Aren’t you going to spray me?”

“Oh,
um, yeah.”

With
a blush Michael could see even in the darkness behind the garage,
Trevor raised the can and began to quickly spray Michael’s
torso and arms. He walked around and sprayed his back and his butt,
knelt and quickly sprayed the back of his legs before standing again
and moving back around to Michael’s front. He knelt again and
spayed Michael’s legs and then stood.

“I
thought you were afraid of a mosquito biting my dick?” Michael
whispered.

Trevor
had been staring at it. He nodded and swallowed and then quickly gave
Michael’s penis a quick spray. Michael gasped as the cool spray
hit his penis, causing a shudder to pass through his body. Trevor
grinned.

“OK,”
he said with a grin. “My turn.”

Trevor
stood back and spread out his arms and legs. Suddenly, his face broke
into a strange grin, exciting and curious. His eyes locked on
Trevor’s face, as if hypnotized by the strange smile, he
reached forward and grasped the can. With a swallow he began to spray
Trevor’s torso and arms, quickly, nervously. He walked around
behind his friend, spraying his back as his eyes gazed over the
interesting shape of his butt. He fought a strange urge to reach down
and run his hands over the soft looking cheeks of his friend’s
rear. When he returned to Trevor’s front, he dropped to his
knees, Trevor’s penis just inches from his face, and sprayed
first one leg, then the other. He stopped, gazing at the rigidly
pulsing penis before his face.

“Do
it,” Trevor whispered.

Michael’s
mouth opened as he sought to breath. He raised the can, but he
couldn’t bring himself to push the button down.

“Do
it, Trevor whispered again.

Michael
swallowed and gave one quick spurt to the right, followed by one to
the left. He looked up and saw Trevor smiling down at him, his teeth
showing in the dark, his cheeks so beautiful, his hair falling down
over his face.

Suddenly,
Trevor turned and quickly took several steps back, standing naked in
the grass. He threw his arms in the air and spun around several times
before stopping and looking at Michael again.

“Stand
up,” he said softly. “Come on!”

Michael
watched in shock and love as suddenly Trevor turned and ran toward
the back of the yard. He approached a crepe myrtle and stopped beside
it. He turned and waved at Michael, beckoning him to join him.

A
wicked, beautiful thrill exploded through him and Michael stood. He
smiled and began running barefoot through the grass, his hard penis
stiffly bobbing in the humid night air. Trevor giggled and took off
as Michael approached, running around the other side of the crepe
myrtle.

Michael
giggled. He couldn’t help it. He felt manic, crazy, joyous. He
was naked and free and running through the garden. It felt so
wondrous to be naked, to run about the yard, free of worry and
concern, free of restrictions and rules, blissful, ecstatic. He
laughed out loud as Trevor ran to the honeysuckle covered fence.
Michael followed and as he was about to catch him, Trevor took off
again, running to another bush, stopping, and looking back at Michael
with a teasing look. Michael stood beside the fence, catching his
breath, breathing in the sweet scent of honeysuckle, before taking
off again. Trevor jumped and ran to his right. Michael ran to
intercept him, but Trevor suddenly stopped and reversed, faking him
out and running back. He giggled manically and ran full tilt toward
the back fence and under the giant hackberry. Michael followed, a
look of pure joy on his face.

Trevor
suddenly yelped and jumped. He had stepped on a twig beneath the
tree. He darted away from his and ran back toward the fence on the
west side of the yard. Suddenly, he stopped and looked to the north.
Michael stopped as well. Headlights were approaching down Twelfth
Street, from the fields to the north.

Trevor
suddenly grinned, his eyes huge and crazed. He ran to the nearest
crept myrtle and ducked. The headlights swept over head just as
Michael ducked down beside him, his heart racing with fear and
delight.

The
pick-up truck rumbled past and stopped at the corner. As it passed on
and out of sight, Trevor rose slowly, watching carefully, his penis
just as rigid and hard as ever. Michael, crouching beside him, felt
the wild desire to reach out and touch it and was about to when
Trevor suddenly jumped to the side, turned toward him, and grinned
before taking off again.

Michael
jumped up and followed. He noticed, this time, however, that Trevor
wasn’t running quite as quickly as before. He angled back
toward the garage as Michael grew closer. As he reached the sleeping
bags, Michael threw himself forward. His hands caught Trevor by the
hips and brought him down into the grass.

Giggling
hysterically, Trevor squealed, “No!” and fought to free
himself as Michael crawled on top of his naked back. The sensation of
naked skin against naked skin was almost too much for Michael. He
could barely get his breath and he climbed on top of Trevor’s
struggling body. His penis slipped between Trevor’s legs, which
suddenly scissored and squeezed it. Michael threw his head up and
gasped, as did Trevor. The two writhed. Trevor threw his bead back
and began thrusting his hips forward and backward, forcing his own
penis into the soft grass beneath, forcing Michael’s penis
deeper between his thighs. The two were merely making a pretense of
wrestling; instead, reveling in the amazing feelings as they writhed
against each other’s naked body.

Suddenly,
Trevor bucked upward, tossing Michael off his body and onto the
grass. Trevor quickly crawled on top, front to front, his hips
against Michael’s, his torso atop Michael’s, his face
just inches from Michael’s. He gasped breathlessly and grinned
manically above Michael’s face. He grabbed Michael’s
hands and forced them above his head. Grasping both wrists with his
left hand, he reached down Michael’s struggling body. His hand
stopped just inches from Michael’s armpit. He looked down at
his friend’s face, seeing the delicious fear and the frightened
anticipation in his face. Michael could smell Trevor’s sweet
breath and he timed his inhaling to coincide with Trevor’s
exhales. Trevor’s hips were pressed into Michael’s, their
throbbing penises pressed firmly against each other. Michael thrust
upward and closed his eyes in delight at the sensation.

“Nnguhhh!”
he moaned.

Trevor
reached down and thrust his fingers into Michael’s armpit.
Michael screamed.

“No!
No! Yaaaah!”

Trevor
realized the boy had no control, but he had nothing to cover his
mouth except… his own mouth. Suddenly, he dropped his open
mouth down onto Michael’s, their lips forming a perfect “o”
as the boy on the bottom writhe and jerked under the merciless
onslaught of Trevor’s fingers. Trevor forced him mouth down,
holding Michael’s in place as Michael screamed and cried and
laughed into Trevor’s mouth.

Suddenly,
the full impact of what was happening struck both boys. Trevor’s
fingers suddenly ceased their brutal, loving torment of Michael’s
ticklish armpit. Instead, his hand began to caress the side of
Michael’s ribs. His left hand released Michael’s wrists.
Michael lay beneath Trevor for a moment, his arms still above his
head, in shock.

Trevor
was kissing him.

Trevor
was naked, laying on top of him, and kissing him.

Trevor
was forcing his hips down on him, pushing his penis back and forth
against his tummy, forcing his own penis against Trevor’s
tummy. The feeling was better than rubbing it, a million times better
than rubbing it.

“Nnng.”

Trevor
swallowed Michael’s moan and raised his head a couple of
inches. He gazed down into Michael’s green eyes, raised his
right hand up o Michael’s head as he braced himself on his left
elbow. He ran his fingers through Michael’s dark, reddish brown
hair. Trevor slowly lowered his head until their mouths came
together.

Michael
was beyond understanding. He was doing things he could never have
imagined himself doing. Kissing was one of the grossest things he
could imagine, especially with a boy. Yet, Trevor’s lips on his
seemed to be the most perfect thing imaginable.

He
pushed forward, rolling their bodies over to the side. His left hand
came down and caressed Trevor’s back, moving up and down and
feeling the smooth, hot, sweaty skin. The scent of the insect
repellent as well as Trevor’s sweet, sweating boy smell was the
most wonderful fragrance he could think of. His hand moved lower and
cupped one of Trevor’s soft cheeks.

He
and Trevor, both, moaned as they writhed together, reveling in the
wonderful feel of both bodies. Michael closed his eyes as he realized
he was holding the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. And, Trevor
wasn’t beautiful just outside. He was the most beautiful boy
inside as well. They understood each other inside, in the most
fundamental way. They grokked each other.

Suddenly,
Trevor pulled away. He gazed at Michael’s face and grinned.

“You
are so cool,” he whispered.

“You,
too,” Michael replied. “This is so cool.”

Trevor
sat up beside Michael, getting up on his knees and then sitting back
on the heels of his feet, his knees spread wide as he gazed down at
Michael’s body. Trevor’s penis rigidly pointed straight
up. He gazed down at Michael’s as it hovered and bobbed stiffly
above his tummy.

Once
again, Trevor’s penis was just a foot from Michael’s
face. He gazed at it, studying every detail, loving every detail, the
creamy white perfection, the tight little balls snug beneath, the
skin pulling back from the cone.

“Your
penis… your dick is so cool,” he whispered.

“You
like it?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah.
You have skin over the tip. How come?”

Trevor
giggled.

“It’s
a foreskin. That’s how dicks come. You don’t have one
because you were circumcised when you were a baby.”

“What
do you mean?”

Trevor
smiled and reached down, running his finger along the rigid stiffness
of Michael’s boyhood.

“Sometimes,
people cut the skin off around the end of dicks. For some people it’s
a religious thing, like with Jews. A lot of Christians do it too,
especially in America.”

Michael
gazed upward at Trevor’s face in admiration.

“Man,
you are so smart. You just know everything.”

Trevor
smiled and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s penis, causing
the boy to moan and thrust his hips upward.

“Oh,
God, that feels so good. Oh, man. That feels so much better than when
I do it.”

Trevor’s
hand felt all over Michael’s penis and balls.

“Man,”
Trevor said with awe in his voice. “You’re boner is so
hard. It’s like a rock. I can’t believe how hard it is.”

He
was working it harder, squeezing it, twisting his hand around as he
slowly pumped it up and down.

Trevor
looked into Michael’s eyes and whispered, “Feel me.”

The
way he said it made Michael feel so strange, so good. Slowly he
raised his hand and touched the tip of Trevor’s… dick.

It
jumped as he touched it. He heard Trevor’s quick intake of
breath.

“Do
it,” he whispered.

Michael
took two fingers and slowly pulled the skin back, revealing the cone.

“Ouch,”
Trevor said as he flinched. Michael jerked his hand back in alarm.
Trevor smiled reassuringly at him.

“Not
so far,” he said, giving Michael’s dick a squeeze.

Michael
was almost crazed with The Feeling. He had to feel Trevor’s
dick. He had to feel The Feeling at the end. He had to
make Trevor feel the feeling. He reached back up and wrapped his hand
around the incredible stiffness of Trevor’s boyhood.

Trevor
moaned and he thrust his hips forward. Michael worked his hand up and
down, mimicking Trevor’s movements on his own… boner.

Michael
reveled in the new words he was learning, dick and boner, as well as
in the amazing feelings. It was almost too much, it was so wonderful.

Just
as The Feeling was about to explode through Michael’s body,
Trevor pulled his hand away. Michael looked up at Trevor’s face
in anguish and fear.

“What’s
the matter?”

“You
were gonna do it,” Trevor replied with a nasty grin. “I
want to do it at the same time. I want to feel it at the same time
you do.”

Michael
gasped with The Feeling and with love. Yes, love. He realized in that
moment that he loved Trevor. He wanted to make Trevor feel good, as
good as he was making him feel. He loved Trevor.

Michael
squeezed and pumped faster on Trevor’s dick. Trevor gasped and
quickly grabbed Michael’s dick, squeezing and pumping it as
quickly as Michael was his.

Both
boys twisted and writhed in glorious ecstasy as the wondrous feelings
crashed through their bodies.

“Uhhh,
uhhh, uhhh!!” Trevor cried as suddenly, he rose up onto
his knees over Michael’s face. Trevor’s eyes closed and
his face twisted into anguished joy. Michael did the same as he body
squirmed in the grass under Trevor’s crazed pumping.

They
both cried out as The Feeling exploded in both, crashing, exploding,
their minds on fire as were their bodies. Trevor jerked and bucked,
almost falling over as he desperately pumped Michael’s spasming
dick. Michael was twisting in the grass, his hips pushing up,
desperately trying to pushing his dick faster and harder into
Trevor’s fist.

And,
then, suddenly, it was over.

Michael’s
hand dropped from Trevor’s dick and fell into the grass. Trevor
sat back onto the balls of his feet, his hand falling to his side,
gasping as he gazed down at the slender boy beneath him.

As
they gasped for breath, their eyes met. Michael smiled up at Trevor.
None of the guilt and shame he had felt after the experience with
Ricky and BJ even entered his mind. This was nothing like that day.
This was perfect. This was glorious. This was love.

Neither
boy said anything. They didn’t have to.

Slowly,
Michael turned over and crawled through the grass to the sleeping
bags, his dick just as hard as it had been before The Feeling
exploded. He lay on his side and patted the space beside him. Trevor
crawled over on all fours and lay beside him, wrapping his arms
around Michael. They entwined their legs. They slowly kissed. Trevor
pulled back and looked into Michael’s eyes.

“I
love you,” he whispered.

“I
love you, too,” Michael replied.

And,
as the crickets and the tree frogs sang in the night, as the gentle
summer air caressed their skin, as the stars and planets swam through
the sky above, Michael and Trevor made gentle love to each other
until the light of dawn coaxed them into peaceful, joyous sleep.

And,
so ends Chapter 6. I apologize it took so long for me to post this,
but I hope it was worth the wait. I thank you all so much for reading
my story and for the many emails supporting the story. I don’t
expect Chapter 7 to take this long!!! Thanks. You may write to me at
chriswriter @ operamail.com.